1At snuff no Cornish sailorman would sneeze
2that horders of crooks felt they’d more right to own
3the showman gargles fire and sword with ease
4and empty cages show life’s bird has flown

5It’s one of many horrid happenings
6that metred rhyme alone can souls enslave
7a daring baron pockets precious Mings
8for burning bushes never fish forgave

9The wolf devours both sheep and shepherdess
10a bird-brain banquet melts bold Mistress Mog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes

12But I can understand you Brogher Gog
13where no one bothered how one warmed one’s bum
14the best of all things to an end must come

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